Spontaneity - a good thing?
I did it! I did it! I got some work done on the BN - only about 150 words and I'm still cutting more than I'm writing, but it's there. And I'm going to do some more later. Don't faint.
Did some jobs in the garden after breakfast this morning, too, as it was so nice. The jobs were fine, but the buildup left something to be desired:
'Course, I've no sooner donned all my oldest gear and set forth with snips than Bandit points out we haven't got any binbags after all and he really needs them if he's going to mow the lawn. And I really need him to mow the lawn.
So I change my filthy fleece, and go to get some. Rain is forecast soon and the race is on to get the lawn done before it sets in, so I don't have time to change the rest.
I descend on Morrisons clad in 20 year old Levi top, badly fitting jeans (clean on, but still stained with ancient hideousness), baggy jumper and mud-encrusted Doc Martens, with unwashed hair in a scrunchy, sticking out at all angles and falling down at the back. No make-up, of course. (I can't see the point in getting all clean and pristine just to go outside and get all dirty.)
When I smile winningly in an attempt to distract the checkout girl from my general dishevelment, she reels back in horror. Slightly OTT, I think, but maybe she's sensitive.
So I revert to frowny, wild-eyed 'It's-alright-for-you-but-I've-got stuff-to-do' mode (though I secretly pray that I don't see anyone one I used to work with today), stuff the bags in a carrier and exit right.
I discover later that as well as all dishevelment, I've got flecks of toast stuck in my teeth that even the electric toothbrush has trouble dislodging.
Everyone says that eating in a hurry is bad for you. :lol:
Shower now. For me, that is - the rain still hasn't set in so I could probably have had a full spa facial, hairdo and make-up before I set off to the shop. Heh.
Did some jobs in the garden after breakfast this morning, too, as it was so nice. The jobs were fine, but the buildup left something to be desired:
'Course, I've no sooner donned all my oldest gear and set forth with snips than Bandit points out we haven't got any binbags after all and he really needs them if he's going to mow the lawn. And I really need him to mow the lawn.
So I change my filthy fleece, and go to get some. Rain is forecast soon and the race is on to get the lawn done before it sets in, so I don't have time to change the rest.
I descend on Morrisons clad in 20 year old Levi top, badly fitting jeans (clean on, but still stained with ancient hideousness), baggy jumper and mud-encrusted Doc Martens, with unwashed hair in a scrunchy, sticking out at all angles and falling down at the back. No make-up, of course. (I can't see the point in getting all clean and pristine just to go outside and get all dirty.)
When I smile winningly in an attempt to distract the checkout girl from my general dishevelment, she reels back in horror. Slightly OTT, I think, but maybe she's sensitive.
So I revert to frowny, wild-eyed 'It's-alright-for-you-but-I've-got stuff-to-do' mode (though I secretly pray that I don't see anyone one I used to work with today), stuff the bags in a carrier and exit right.
I discover later that as well as all dishevelment, I've got flecks of toast stuck in my teeth that even the electric toothbrush has trouble dislodging.
Everyone says that eating in a hurry is bad for you. :lol:
Shower now. For me, that is - the rain still hasn't set in so I could probably have had a full spa facial, hairdo and make-up before I set off to the shop. Heh.